EuropeNovelChapter 1132: To this day, he could still count how many times he'd knocked ssense into Ethan.
Every single tEthan called that name, Ellis hit him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir families had been close, and Ethan, as a kid, had been the kind who didn't flinch at the threat of a beating. Even when their parents found out and punished him-caning him, scolding him-it hadn't worked. It wasn't until Ellis had physically put an end to it that Ethan stopped and started calling him by his proper name.
Ethan had been rebellious to the core. Whatever adults forbade, he would lean into twice as hard.
"If he ever calls you that again, I'll beat him up for you," Freya said seriously. Then added, "You take the night off -I'll cook." Ellis caught her wrist before she could move.
Freya stared at him, puzzled.
"Sit down." Ellis guided her gently onto the couch. "The kitchen is my domain-you're banned from entering." "But-" "You wantto 'deal with' you?" Hearing that, Freya fell quiet. She knew full well what he would do to her.
"Just givean hour," Ellis said as he tousled her sleek hair into a fluffy mess. "Go take a bath. It'll help you sleep earlier." Freya agreed without protest.
After dinner, curiosity got the better of her. She asked Ellis if he had any childhood photos. Hearing all those stories about him and Ethan had stirred up a sudden desire to see what he'd looked like as a kid. Was he anything like he was now? Or completely different? "You want to see my photos?" "Yes." Your source of stories: gal"Then it's a trade," Ellis said, clearly intrigued. "You've got to showyours too." Freya didn't even hesitate.
She returned to her room and brought back a family album, one filled with pictures of her and Ethel from infancy all the way up to a few years ago. What began as a lighthearted exchange took a sudden turn when Ellis's expression changed while flipping through her childhood photos.
Holding up one of them, he asked, "This one's you?" "Yeah, I was about two there." Freya recognized the photo instantly.
Ellis broke into a slow smile, his deep black eyes glittering with mischief.
Freya blinked in confusion. She glanced at the photo again. She didn't look bad. Her outfit and hairstyle were the typical toddler fare. "What is it?"
"Freya," Ellis said in that familiar lazy drawl, his striking eyes reflecting only striking exes her. Freya tilted her head. "Yeah?"
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